For the Teenage Girl in the Parking Lot By Bartholomew Barker Share Poetry First I notice your eyes — all redand your mouth dragging from the weight of some grief about to erupt into tears. You just left a black
Solstice By Theo Sterling Share Poetry A strange sadness,like the coldthat creeps under the front door,seeps its wayinto the home thatis my chest.it clings to my heart for a while, and burrows its teethinto that tender place most poets wouldcall
The Cardboard Box By Hayden Von Coombs Share LISTEN Essays Content Warning: This essay contains sensitive and potentially distressing content related to death, miscarriage, and depression. Reader discretion is advised. The cardboard box looked unremarkable—its exterior marred by a few
The Collection:Chapter 1Mingus Ah Um By Amari Pleasant Share Essays It has been a few weeks since I returned home from Little Rock. The steady flow of raindrops pounds the windows surrounding my family room. Several albums from my dad’s
Why We Write By D. Rodrigues-Martin Share LISTEN Essays Writers write because we must, but why we must is always a story in itself. I started writing when I was eighteen—mostly poetry, mostly about unrequited love for a dark-haired girl
A Warrior’s Daughter By Zitkala-Sa Share LISTEN Stories In the afternoon shadow of a large tepee, with red-painted smoke lapels, sat a warrior father with crossed shins. His head was so poised that his eye swept easily the vast level
A Revelation Birthed from African American Culture By Jasmine M. Taylor Share LISTEN Essays A slew of faces, both young and old, look toward the stage; they are present and alert. People from near and far occupy the seats of
A Song of Thanks By Edward Smyth Jones Share Poetry For the sun that shone at the dawn of spring,For the flowers which bloom and the birds that sing,For the verdant robe of the gray old earth,For her coffers filled
The Haunted Oak By Paul Laurence Dunbar Share Poetry Pray why are you so bare, so bare,Oh, bough of the old oak-tree;And why, when I go through the shade you throw,Runs a shudder over me?My leaves were green as the
A Daughter of the SamuraiChapter 4 The Old and The New By Etsu Inagaki Sugimoto Share LISTEN Stories I was about eight years old when I had my first taste of meat. For twelve centuries, following the introduction of the
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